I can't imagine the grief the poor mother must have suffered and the years of "if only we hadn't left that rope there" anguish.
“... can’t imagine the grief the poor mother must have suffered and the years of “if only we hadn’t left that rope there” anguish. “
I imagine the President of Nascar shares her feelings with what Nascar has been going through the last few days...
“My 1st Cousin 3 Times Removed”
How old are you? /s
THREE CHILDREN ON THE ICE
Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Oh, had these children been at school,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not then been drowned.
Ye parents who have children dear,
And ye, too, who have none,
If you would keep them safe abroad
Pray keep them safe at home.
My only question is...
Read that second line again. (Scratches head.)
Where the hell is there ice thick enough to support people, in mid-summer?
I the 1950s there was a series of similar, but no the same, deadly tragedies. Then, however, the killing instruments were old refrigerators and ice boxes. Kids would climb into them, close the doors and SNAP! the doors’ latches would lock and the the trapped kids would suffocate. That’s why NO refrigerators, freezers, or ice boxes have mechanical latches today; instead all the closures are magnetic. I know this because I was in grade school and high school during the 1950s.
Which is why Corded Roll Up Blind designs have been Regulated since 2018.
My gg/grandfather was John Brown.
Yes, that John Brown.
Doing research on my family tree, I found out the 5th great grandfather of my son in law was the last white man executed by hanging in Johnston county NC in 1879....
Here is a sad story from years ago. I have been to this home and museum in Pawnee OK.
https://oklahoman.com/article/2672328/a-tale-of-tragedy-for-pawnee-bill
An old neighbor in her 80s (back in 1975 or so) told me every time I came over not to play with ropes or nooses as her 12 year old son accidentally hanged himself with one. Must have been about 1930.
So sad. I’m sorry.
That's why I plays the blues so good on my guitar.
Where's my reparations!
Where's my reparations!
This is actually a song that I am writing.
Sorry about your sad revelation.
Too bad one of the 3 times removed - wasn’t his neck from the noose.